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Dean: 25

Sam: 21

Presleigh: 15

Chapter 14: Permanent

"I can't believe I'm about to do this."

These eight words can have so many different meanings and so many different emotions tied together. Some happy brides say these eight words right before they walk down the aisle. Some distraught grooms say these eight words as they stand waiting for their bride to walk down the aisle. Some highly recognized robbers say these eight words right before they eagerly open a vault to a couple million dollars. And some low grade robbers say these eight words right before they stash a bag of chips in their pants' pocket. These eight simple words can either mean something unbelievably rewarding or unbelievably sickening. In the current state of Presleigh Winchester, these eight words strongly meant option B.

To be honest, the words could have also meant another thing as well.

"Dean's going to kill me."

Because oh let me tell you, that's exactly what he is going to do if he ever finds out.

Presleigh is now fifteen and a lot of things have changed in one year. For starters, she saw he father a total of about four times in a whole 365 days. John Winchester had been "closing in on hunting the thing that killed their mother." So it was kind of hard to argue with your dad when he's trying to avenge your mother's death. But not seeing him, was starting to take a toll on Presleigh. After what happened with her ex-werewolf-psycho-binding-thingy-boyfriend, Presleigh went through a stage of not talking. She would answer yes sir and no sir and thank you and no thank you, but that was about it; nothing else. It drove her brother insane, but he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. He too once didn't talk for a period of time after a tragic experience of his own.

Dean would move around from town to town each month or two for hunts. He tried his hardest to stay in one place for as long as he possibly could. But he was starting to realize that the longer time spent in one place, the more trouble his little sister would get into.

Presleigh had always been a little bit on the wild side, but nothing quite like this. Presleigh would miss curfew, go to parties, get way too drunk to even call home, skip school, smoke a couple of cigarettes; she was simply falling apart at the seams. Dean and she would get into major fights that always left even more damage than was left before. Everything was starting to pile up onto both of their shoulders, and whenever this happens, a blowout is soon to come.

Presleigh thought that if she acted so horrible than maybe her father would come home and see her, but no, he wouldn't. Dean one time broke down and even called him for help but to no avail. John just said deal with it and hung up. It was almost as if Presleigh's behavior was pushing her father away even farther. Presleigh didn't have a mother. She didn't have an aunt. She didn't have a grandmother. She didn't even have a freakin' third cousin to talk to. Sure, she had the best big brother she could ask for, but some stuff, you just couldn't talk to with your older brother about.

Presleigh is a good kid.

No really. She is. She is just trying to find herself in the crazy world she finds herself living in, but she's just searching for it in all the wrong places. Sometimes she just wants to act a little rebellious. It wasn't like she was testing the waters. She knew very well what Dean would do to her if he saw what she doing. But she really didn't care. She just wanted to do something different.

Something permanent.

Try moving around the US every day of your freakin' life. Town after town after town. New faces. New houses. New schools. New everything.

For once in Presleigh's life, she was going to have something that wouldn't change no matter what happened.

Presleigh was going to get a tattoo.

"So you want it right here?"

The tall, skinny man pulled up her shirt and rubbed his lanky finger over the soft skin of her left side. His hair was spiked up with every color from the rainbow hair dye. He had multiple piercings and multiple tattoos. His shop was less than decent. It had crumpled up paper thrown everywhere and tons of signatures all over the furniture and the walls. Every person who gets a tattoo at his shop must sign the wall or whatever you find; it was tradition. Presleigh had signed the top of the arm rest in the chair in the waiting room… where the owner's German Sheppard sat. But don't worry, the janitor from school told Pres that this guy was the best in the state…. No worries.

Presleigh shivered at the man's cold touch and nodded her head.

"Yeah. And I want this on it."

Presleigh fumbled through her back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. It was crumpled up and not the best hand writing, but hey, she was rushed by her math teacher, Mr. Knight, whom was charging her from the front of the room because she "doodling during his teaching time". Once she retrieved it from her back pocket, she pressed it into her jeans and smoothed it out with the palm of her hand. She held it over to the tattoo guy for him to take a look at it. He looked at it for a brief moment and looked down at her. (She is still way way too short)

His eyes gleamed at her, and he nodded his head with a small grin added with it. Presleigh smirked back at the man and nodded her head as well. Presleigh's friend, Nina, was standing beside her smacking her bubble gum a little too loudly for Presleigh's liking.

Nina had taken a liking to Presleigh the minute she laid eyes on her. The way Presleigh never took no for an answer and the way Presleigh never cared about what other people thought about her or the things she did, caught Nina's eye.

Nina was wearing holey jeans and a black tank top, cut way lower than brother Dean's liking and perfectly low for animal Dean's liking. Nina was three years older than Presleigh, but that didn't bother Nina much. Everyone in this town hung out with people who weren't their age. It was no big deal.

"Why do you wanna get that tattooed onto the side of your body again?" Nina asked as she picked at her chipped finger nail polish, a habit she surrendered to when she was bored.

"I already told you, Nina. It's a family thing."

Presleigh became accustomed to saying "It's a family thing". It seemed to shut people up and stop further interrogating. So it was used pretty heavily by Presleigh.

Nina rolled her eyes annoyed that that was the only response she could get out of Presleigh.

"Right, I forgot."

"Yeah. Anyways, can we hurry and get this over with. I told Dean I would be home by eleven tonight."

Nina smiled smugly.

"That didn't stop you last weekend."

"Yeah, I know. And that's why I got slapped across the face and an elven o'clock curfew on a Friday night. But thanks for reminding me."

Nina shrugged and adverted her eyes away from Presleigh, her way of an apology. Presleigh turned to the tattoo guy who was listening intently to their conversation.

"So can we get to it?" Presleigh asked the man impatiently.

"'Eleven o'clock curfew?' Really, kid? Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Presleigh rolled her eyes irritably. He was just wasting her time. She pulled out her ID that said that she was twenty one. Okay, so there goes one thing she had grown to like about hunting.

She waved it in front of the man's eyes.

"Curfew or no curfew. My license says I'm twenty one and my two hundred dollars says spend me, soooo…."

The man rolled his eyes and motioned her to follow him. Presleigh and Nina did. Presleigh looked back at Nina and gave her a wink. They followed the man into his "work space" that consisted of even more trash and more signatures.

"You've done a lot of tattoos," Nina absentmindedly said as she looked around the room at all of the signatures scribbled.

The man nodded his head.

"Once a pro, always a pro. Now sit right here, Miss Winchester."

Presleigh nodded and sat where he had motioned her to. It was an old leather chair that could lean back into a bed with the touch of a button. The man pushed the button and Presleigh slowly leaned backward with the chair. The man rolled Presleigh over to her side and pulled up her dark shirt a little.

"Do you want your friend to hold your hand?" the man asked mockingly.

Presleigh let out a snort and shook her head.

"Once a pro, always a pro."

SPN

Nina had some rap music blaring from the speakers of her old Toyota Camry passed down from her mother… who passed it down from her mother as well. Presleigh loathed rap music growing up. Whenever Dean would accidently turn the radio station and rap music would fly out of the speakers, Presleigh would cover her ears and scream bloody murder. But ever since she started hanging around Nina, she had grown to take a liking for the once unbearable music.

Presleigh suddenly was flushed with the memories of her childhood.

"Dean!"

Five year old Presleigh sat in the back of the Impala strapped in with her seatbelt. The Winchester didn't do booster seats. Fifteen year old Dean sat in the passenger side of the Impala, while John drove and eleven year old Sam gazed out the window sitting beside Presleigh. The Winchesters were on their way home from school to pack up and get on the move once again. John had just picked them up and broke it to his kids that they would be staying with Uncle Bobby for a little while because he had "somewhere to go". Like expected, Sam immediately sulked, said some backtalk, got yelled at, rolled his eyes, and got his later bedtime privileges revoked. Dean had tried on numerous occasions to get his little brother to shut the heck up, but none of them seemed to work.

"Dean!"

Presleigh was starting to get frustrated. Dean wasn't paying any attention to her or giving her what she wanted. Presleigh, not thinking, unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the front seat of the Impala to tap Dean's shoulder and get his attention.

"Dean. Is gotta ask ya sumthin'."

"Presleigh Rose Winchester! Sit back in your seat right now and buckle up. Sam get your sister."

Sam rolled his eyes but luckily without his father noticing and reached for his baby sister. He grasped her round her waist with his hands and pulled her back into her seat and buckled her back up.

"Pres, what do you want?"

Dean had turned around to look at his baby sister as she was being strapped back in, or imprisoned, which was the way she saw it.

"Is Mommy going to be at Unca Bobby's?"

This caught everybody off guard. Presleigh knew that their mother died and went to heaven. They had all told her that from the get go. Besides, she never brought up their mother anyways; no one ever did. John looked at her in his rear view mirror and raised his eyebrow in curiosity. This was odd.

"Baby girl, what's making you ask that?"

Presleigh shrugged her shoulders innocently. Her grey blue eyes looked into her father's eyes. John closed his shut for a moment, taking in her innocent gaze.

"I don't know. Never mind though. I don't want Dean to tell me. I want it to be surprise."

Presleigh clapped her hands together cheerfully; she loved surprises.

Dean turned around in his seat to look at his baby sister. John knew as well as anyone that it pained Dean just as much as it pained himself to even mention Mary's name, much less talk about her.

"Mom's in heaven, Presleigh. She can't come back. Not to Bobby's. Not to us. Not to anyone."

Presleigh scrunched up her nose in deep thought. Why didn't her mother want to come see her? Couldn't she at least say hi?

"But why, Dean?"

Dean looked over at his father for help. John smiled at Dean and nodded his head to let his oldest son know that he had this. Dean nodded gratefully and turned back around in his seat.

"Because she just can't, okay sweetheart? That's all I can really tell ya. Do you understand that?"

Presleigh nodded her head solemnly. She rested her head back against the Impala's seat in deep thought. She wanted to see her mother. She didn't understand why she couldn't. It didn't make sense to her. After a few more minutes of riding in silence from the Winchesters, Presleigh spoke up once again.

"Dean!"

Dean slowly turned around, expecting to have to be forced to talk about his mother once more.

"What Presleigh?" he asked irritably.

"I just wanted to asks you whethew or not yous would change da station." Presleigh pouted, her bottom lip jutting outward. She was just tired of listening to country music, that's all.

Dean sighed and leaned forward to change the station. As he was switching the stations, a rap song came on through the radio and blasted the Impala with loud, fast music.

Presleigh covered her ears with her tiny hands and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Turn that down! Turn that off!"

Nina turned the music down a bit and looked over at Presleigh whom was absentmindedly looking at the radio.

"How did you do it?"

Presleigh looked up from her hands taken out of her thoughts by Nina's question. How did she do what? Presleigh was confused.

"How did I do what, Nina?"

"Presleigh Winchester."

Nina looked over at Presleigh with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"You didn't flinch when you got your tattoo not once, not once! How does a person even do that? It was almost like you couldn't even feel it."

Presleigh shrugged her shoulders. That pain was nothing compared to the pain she had experienced before. I mean come on. Werewolves, angry ghosts, demons, shapeshifters… now those are something worth flinching bout.

"It had nothing to do with me; it was all that tattoo guy."

It was Nina's turn to be confused.

"What do you mean? Like he didn't make it hurt or something?"

Presleigh shook her head and smiled a bit. Nina said stuff like this all the time.

"Nah. You remember what that tattoo guy said?"

Nina took a moment to think back before answering.

"Something like 'Once a pro, always a pro', right?"

Presleigh nodded her head.

"Yep. And that's why I didn't flinch."

Nina let out a laugh and shook her head.

"Are those like some magic words or something?"

"Nope. Those words are what you call motivation, Nina. The minute he said that all cockily, I just knew it was about to go down. I don't know. I just hate giving people what they want, ya know?"

Nina nodded her head in understanding but still continued to laugh.

"You're crazy, Pres."

"Yeah, probably so."

Presleigh turned her head, so that she could continue looking out the window. White picket fences, nice houses, and mailboxes blurred on by as Nina sped through the neighborhood. Nina turned up the radio once again. Presleigh smiled at the loud music; she was thankful that she had a connection with rap music: one of the few times her father and brother had spoken to her about her mother. That's why she liked rap music now.

"So do you think your brother's gonna kill you?" Nina spoke up a few minutes later.

Presleigh was about to merely shrug her shoulders when Nina pulled into the driveway of some house. Cars were parked all along the driveway and street of the tiny house. Music was blaring loudly and you could even hear a few people laughing and yelling from inside the house.

Normally, Presleigh was all for a good party on a Friday night. Especially at Ryan Barkley's house. But tonight was not the night. She had to be home by eleven, and besides, thinking about her mother was starting to wear at her; she just wanted to call it a night and watch TV with her older brother in the motel room, eat some cold pizza, and beg Dean to let her drink her a sip of his beer.

"Uh, he's probably going to now. What the freak are you doing, Nina?"

Presleigh sat up and turned to look at Nina with a look of disbelief on her face. Nina just looked back at her with a look of disbelief on her face as well.

"What? We're just gonna drive by and say hello to a couple of people."

"Nina. I have to be home in twenty minutes. We can't go to Ryan's party. Dean's gonna kill me if I'm late."

"It's only gonna be a minute, Pres, chill."

"Since when have you gone to a party for 'only a minute'?"

Presleigh looked at Nina incredulously. Nina groaned and rolled her green eyes.

"Since now. Look, pleaseeeee. Pres, I've really gotta get something from Clayton. Like really really important."

"Oh yeah like what? Drugs?"

Nina had been known to smoke a little pot here and there. Presleigh was never one to get caught up in all of that like Nina was. Now Dean really would kill her if she ever pulled a little stunt like that one.

"Does it really matter? Come on Pres!"

Nina hopped out of her car and slammed the door shut behind her. She fixed her hair short brown for a brief moment and then turned to Presleigh with pleading eyes once again. Presleigh rolled her own and finally obliged.

"You've got five minutes. Starting now."

Nina jumped up and down excitingly. She grabbed Presleigh's arm and pulled her along.

"Yay! Come on! Hurry!"

Nina nearly ran into the house and shut the door behind her and Pres. Presleigh looked around at all of the drunk teenagers and even recognized a few college kids from the local community college in the city. People were dancing, laughing, drinking, playing poker, and some even making out in odd places of the house. Presleigh knew most of the people in the house. Most of them went to her high school or she had met them at other people's parties. Helen Sinclaire, the captain of the cheerleading team, was currently losing in a game of strip poker with her one of her "boys" Rick Fraizer. Drew Smith was currently throwing up in the kitchen sink, while one of the drunk football players was videotaping him on his phone. Ryan, the boy who was hosting the party, was notorious for throwing some of the wildest parties in the county. Presleigh had already been to three of them just in her month alone of being here. Presleigh looked on with horror.

Please tell me I don't look like this when I'm drunk, Presleigh thought disgustedly.

"Okay you wait here. I'll be back in two."

Nina didn't even take a second glance at Presleigh as she hurried off in the direction of the back porch, probably where her little friend Clayton was smoking at.

"Yeah right," Presleigh mumbled under breath so Nina couldn't hear.

Presleigh stood waiting for Nina. Only a minute had passed by, and she was already ready to get the heck out of dodge. She thought about calling Dean and telling him what had happened and why she was undoubtedly going to be late, but before she could think any further about her new and upcoming idea, and guy sneaked up behind her.

"Well, well. If it aint Miss Presleigh Winchester. I thought you were grounded."

Presleigh turned around. She turned around straight into the stomach of the tall and skinny Roy West…. The annoying guy who "played" on the football team.

"I am. I'm only here for a second. Nina had to get something real quick."

Presleigh could tell how drunk Roy obviously was.

"Well why don't you make yourself at home then."

Roy leaned into Presleigh clumsily and tried to get her to come sit with him on the couch a few feet away from them. Presleigh pushed him away and turned her back to him.

"Leave me alone Roy."

Roy wasn't getting the picture and continued yet again to get her to come sit with him.

"Come on, Pres. But you look too good tonight to just stand there all uptight. I just wanna talk, that's all."

Once Roy put his hand on her arm again, Presleigh swiftly grabbed his wrist and twisted it around tightly. She held the six foot four guy helplessly against her body and spoke threateningly into his bent down ear.

"If you don't walk away from me in five point eight seconds I'm gonna snap your skinny, unatheletic wrists as if they were like the twigs that I know they are."

Roy nodded quickly. Presleigh let his arm go and pushed him along. Roy looked back her in a little bit of fear before continuing on his way.

After a few seconds of Roy's muchly appreciated absence, Ryan came over to Presleigh. Ryan was actually a pretty cool guy. He was only a junior but much of his peers at school loved him because of his fun parties and wicked soccer skills.

"Rough night?"

Presleigh turned to him and smiled shortly.

"No. I'm just ready to go. My brother'll kill me if I miss curfew."

"Here have something drink. Calm your nerves a bit."

Ryan handed her a red cup. Presleigh nodded her head and held her hand up.

"Ryan, I can't. Really."

Ryan smiled and shook his head.

"It's Coke, Presleigh. You know I don't drink. Especially when I got a soccer game tomorrow morning."

Presleigh smiled apologetically and then took the red cup from him.

"Right. Sorry. I'm just a little impatient that's all."

Presleigh took a sip of her Coke.

"So who are you playing tomorrow?"

"The Pirates. Should be an easy win. Note how I emphasize the should."

Presleigh smiled. Ryan might be pretty good at soccer but the rest of the team wasn't all that stout.

"Right. Well, I hope you guys win. No one likes the Pirates anyways."

"Right!"

Presleigh immediately started to sway on her feet. She felt like the room was spinning around and around, and she was starting to see doubles of Ryan.

"Whoa. I think I need to sit down Ry."

Ryan tried to steady her with his arm, but she kept swaying uncontrollably.

"Why? What's- Whoa Pres. Let me help you there."

Ryan immediately used all of his upper body strength to pick Presleigh up; she had started tumbling down to the floor. Ryan took her drink from her hand before she spilled it and set it on the table beside him. He sat her down on the couch and rubbed her back soothingly. Presleigh immediately started lifting her hands and dancing around on the couch.

"Hey this is fun. Are we at the fair? Am I on a roller coaster ride? Woooooo!"

Ryan looked at concerned. He tried to calm her down but his tactics weren't seeming to work.

"Pres, I think something's wrong with you. Are you feeling warm?"

"Other than the fact that I have no mother, and practically no father? Well then yes…. I can't feel my legs. Whoa, this is awesome!"

Presleigh just started rambling on about stuff Ryan had no clue what she was talking about.

"Hey come here. Shh, just relax Pres."

Ryan held Presleigh in his arms and rubbed her back as he shushed her. Presleigh looked up from his chest.

"I hope you score bunches and bunches of goals tomorrow Ry!"

Suddenly, Presleigh kissed Ryan on the mouth. At first, Ryan was taken aback by Presleigh's reactions, but he soon didn't care. He kissed her back passionately.

And then, as Presleigh and Ryan sat on the couch making out, all hell broke loose.

"Hey! Everybody stand up! If you can that is. Party's over."

A whole team of police men came barging into the home with flashlights and sour looks. They shined the flashlights all around the room.

"Oh no, oh no. What do I do, what do I do?"

Presleigh immediately became concerned. All she could think about was Dean. She knew good and well that Dean was going to kill her because she knew good and well that she was going to end up in a jail cell.

"Just stand up. Here Pres."

Ryan tried to help her up but she just fell back down to the ground. Blackness started to take over her as she crashed down onto the ground. The police men started to sprint to her.

"Ma'am? Ma'am are you okay?"

SPN

A/Notes: Sorry for the long wait. I just have been very busy! But I finally found some time to write(: Please follow and review. What do you think about new Presleigh? A little bit of a troublemaker huh?